Dec. 7th, 2019

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id wreak mayhem for a really good scifi where sight was considered as exotic and numinous as telepathy by the protag species

#everybody else uses sonar or long whiskers and that thing with the sensing electrical impulses#meanwhile: humans can ‘see’ which is a thing which is like and yet unlike ordinary perception#it would also only ever come into play in the same frivolous ‘VULCAN STRENGTH’ sort of way as Spock’s extra attributes#for maximum effect vision would be faithfully written as 100% an asspull in the best way

what the fuck dude this is awesome i want this too now

Okay, but what about those deep sea fish that produce light at a wavelength that *only they can see.* Predators that can somehow sense you in a completely undectable and unfathomable manner to you; they might as well be psychic.

YES, EXACTLY–vision is SUCH an asspull?? Sometimes it’s “"dark”“ and we can’t see anything. And also we’re impaired for plot reasons! Sometimes ALIEN WEAPONRY or otherwise-innocuous ship components are ”“too bright”“ and we yell and try to hide, subject to some sort of obscure, tortuous imperative. The rest of the time we can UNERRINGLY tell when anyone is trying to play pranks on us, the names and emotional/physical status of EVERY SINGLE BEING IN THE ROOM (or, when outside civilized warrens, ”“line of sight”“)–and yes, of course, can’t forget about our nigh-mythical fighting arts revolving around insane dodging skills.

And SNIPING. And also, god, fuck–don’t forget about completely arbitrary “”””atmospheric disturbances””” (fog, smoke–the new “ionic interference”) ALSO plottasatically rendering our abilities moot.

Plus, some people have more powerful Vision than others, but some people have a very short effective range of Vision. However, humans have come up with devices that “change the angles of refraction” of the “light” so that the naturally impaired have their skills enhanced–but they can always be knocked off their faces or be broken.

Also some people are terrible at normal Vision work, but have excellent night vision and are skilled at working under adverse conditions.

Oooh, and human art is almost entirely Vision based. Think about non-seeing aliens trying to access the majority of human art!

IM!!! SCREAMING!!! GLASSES. Glasses are SUCH another great Weird Alien Gimmick. God–you get all used to your Human friend and their bizarre abilities, you just start to really trust in and rely on them in tight places and problem-solving a little bit, then you get fucken marooned on a fucken planetoid somewhere and they just in this very small little voice, after you have pulled them from the wreckage and sat down to go over your options, inform you that they’ve lost their glasses.

Oh my god and an episode where we’re up against Evil Humans and our heros turn to their humans like ‘you can see them, right, you can tell when they’re near? you can counter them?’ and our hero is genuinely shaken and worried— they’ve got high-tech military mechanical enhancers, the devices strapped to their heads let them see anywhere, they can operate in near-absolute ‘darkness’, they can operate in near-lethal ‘brightness’, they can see through walls— not doors, not glass, but walls. 

Then we have a heroic scene where the crew’s human is the scrappy, desperate underdog for once instead of the cool and collected superbeing. It is super cool. The human and the captain probably mack wildly on one another in medbay after this. Roll credits. 

Person 1:  I dunno, dude.  This ‘light’ stuff sounds like a bunch of mumbo jumbo to me.  I mean, how do we know it’s even real?

Person 2:  Seriously, how can something be a wave and a particle?  That doesn’t even make sense.

Mysterious Human: Even if you cannot perceive the light, you can feel its warmth–

Person 1: Oh my god, please shut it with the mystical hoo-hah.  You’re insufferable.

Mysterious, somewhat exasperated Human: the ‘light’ enters the sensitive paired apertures in our faces, passing through biological lenses and chambers to stimulate specific nerves we call ‘rods’ and ‘cones’. one set of nerves tells us the volume of light we’re perceiving, while the other estimates the wavelength frequency. the total input creates in our mind a continuous sonarscape of immense complexity, where we can perceive ‘textures’ that are impossible to understand with mere sound or touch. this is why my people’s communication devices are small, flat, silent boards: we ‘read’ the patterns of light they emit as language and ‘watch’ the patterns of light they emit as sonarscapes.

Captain: okay…. sounds fake, but okay…

And they just keep on making up new bullshit rules for how light works, like

Navigator: Warp drive engaged.  We are approaching 90% of the Lorentz limit.

Human:  What now?

Navigator:  Oh, uh, it’s really complex, but lemme try.  So, matter can only move so fast through space, right?  Like absolutely, nothing can ever ever possibly go faster than like about 3 hundred million meters per second–

Human: Ah yes.  The speed of light.

Navigator:  …oh for fuck’s sake.

Captain: My god! Time! Has… frozen! 

Human: Fuuuuuuuuck. 

Captain: What?

Human: Remember how light is a wave and a particle?

Captain: Yes, we mention this every episode. 

Human: Yeah, light’s frozen along with everything else. I can’t see shit. 

Captain: My god! Our sonar doesn’t work either! The soundwaves— they can’t propagate through this frozen air! We’ll have to use just our whiskers!

Human: Fuuuuuuuuck. 

The fanfiction for this show has to be amazing.

“Shh. Don’t try to hide your needs, Captain,” Hue Mann soothed.  “My sight has told me all about your traumatic memories of the war.”

“What?” Captain gasped.  “But…how…?”

“The light knows all,” explained Hue.  “Time slows down at the speed of light.  It sees all of the past..and all of the future.”

“And what is it telling you now?” questioned the Captain.

Hue leaned in close. “It tells me, ‘Mate with them now, you lovestruck fool!”

“Damn you, Hue Mann.  Damn you and your penetrating ‘eyes.’”

“Oh,” breathed Hue, voice husky and sexual.  “That’s not all my eyes can…penetrate.” 

goddamn, you people amaze me.

I love the idea that the protag species has telepathy as ‘boring normal standard’ senses and they can’t understand why human thoughts seems so strange, fragmented, occasionally blank… until they realise that a great of human thought is ‘visual’ and so can’t be heard… 

“Lori, what do your Human eyes see?”

“Coupla billboards, and it looks like it might rain.”

This keeps getting better

This is so cute. Your human crewmember is getting a crush on another human. Time to observe the humans’ weird yet endearing courtship rituals.

“Tell me all about them! What do you like about them?”

“Well, they have these amazing eyes…”

“Yeah? Better at the the wavemapping thing than yours?”

“…I don’t know how good their eyes are at seeing. They’re just this beautiful shade of brown.”

“Wait. You wavemap each other’s wavemapping organs? And have opinions about what nice frequencies they refract the waves at?”

“Yes? What’s so strange about this?”

“I thought your ‘vision’ was passive. Do you listen to each other’s ears too? And like the smell of each other’s noses?”

“Like you’ve never touched someone’s whiskers with your whiskers.”

“…That’s different.”

I just really like the idea of sighted humans telling their friends-who-don’t-see about how interesting-looking they are. Like, “You’re awfully pretty, you know that? You’re such a lovely shade of blue.”

And the friend’s like, “YEAH sure buddy” but they are secretly charmed, like someone discovering a new form of astrology that suits them really well - quietly thinking it over later when they’re alone, like I’m blue!! Yeah!! What’s blue?

[profile] unmarkedcards isnt this the plot of a short story you read?

Imagine trying to explain colors when they do ask though “What’s blue?” “It comes in many forms? Light blue is like how rain feels when water is needed” “What the HELL that’s beautiful! So what other forms does it come in?” “There’s dark blue, that feels like sadness and remorse” “Shit… How are they so different?” “Light comes in many forms and colors and each human sees them a little differently” “You sound insane… you know that right?” “You look insane rubbing your whiskers on everything” “Touché ”

but imagine a character who’s totally blind, and uses assistive devices to help. the cane would be a smash hit with the whisker guys–basically one long artificial whisker! great! 

the seeing-eye dog, however…

…probably would be received with terror and awe. (and maybe some jealousy) because not only can this horrifying predator animal “see,” it also somehow communicates with the blind human in a non-telepathic way, AND it has an incredibly strong sense of smell, so it can track things even beyond its ‘line of sight.’ 

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the differences between crocodiles and alligators in case u were not aware

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Both are friends.

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But how about gharial and caiman?

here comes the rest of the family

The gang’s all here

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Looked up what to group these critters as and came across an interesting rabbit hole
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It’s all that maters. #EthicalMemes
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sometimes Crowley naps on Aziraphale’s couch, dreams he’s a snake, and when he wakes up, doesn’t really remember he’s in human form and has limbs, so he just turns around and tries to leave the couch chest first and ends up flat on his face. and when i say sometimes i mean once or twice a week. 
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Sometimes you’re just too close to see the big picture. 

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Inspired by Adam’s aura :)
Also, see how much I love you guys? I drew backgrounds.
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i propose that “himbo” and “bimbo” are not true opposites and exist more on a four part axis and the missing other two are “herbo” (a big dumb sexy strong woman) and “himbim” (a skinny stupid pretty boy)
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That moment when you want to put undercuts and First Order uniforms on a youngish Ren.
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ms-demeanor:

Hey you know how I said I was going to make a workbook on the kind of bullshit you need to do when someone you love dies? I actually did that.

HERE IS THE VERSION WITH LOTS OF SWEARING AT THE USELESS, SHITTY SITUATION YOU’RE IN.

HERE IS THE VERSION WITH A FAIR AMOUNT OF BLACK HUMOR BUT NO CURSEWORDS.

Featuring Helpful Sections such as:

Death Certificates – What you need, why you need them, and how to get them

Prepare to spend a long and miserable time on the phone

What the Everloving Fuck is Probate

Some Simple Dos and Don’ts

Shitty Mad Libs – Templates for writing Obituaries and Memorials

How to plan a non-religious death party

So you suddenly have to become some sort of hacker or some shit

This is an eighteen page book that you can print out, download, share, and give away; it is meant to be used to collect information about funeral planning and account management after a death OR you can use it BEFORE you die and give people information so they’re not stuck playing Nancy Fucking Drew while trying to keep seventeen cousins who crawled out of the woodwork from gutting each other in front of the fucking casket as they argue about who’s inheriting grandma’s favorite dentures.

It’s not exactly cheerful and it’s full of things that are probably going to feel really fucking raw if you’re processing a fresh death.

I’m sorry! I love you! Death is shitty! I’m trying to laugh about it a little and I hope you can laugh a little too because otherwise we’re all just going to cry together.

Good luck!

(in memory of my weirdo mother and her weirdo siblings who all died too fucking young and left me holding this flaming bag of dogshit)

This is so radically kind, thank you

You’re welcome!

Life is short, kindness is what we’ve got.

When my mom died it wasn’t exactly unexpected but it was still sooner than we all thought it would happen. It was a huge punch in the guts and the thought of making things and not being able to show her and share them with her still hurts but in that first month it was like drowning.

So I made this for her, and shared it with and showed it to other people who are hurting, because my momma didn’t raise a quitter but she sure did raise a softhearted fool who wants everyone to feel a little more loved and a little more worthy and a little less alone.

I love you. Take care. Be kind.

This is important, useful, and so very damn kind.
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General Hux added to the Star Wars app game: Galaxy of Heroes! It’s a great day Hux fans!
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General Hux in Star Wars app game Galaxy of Heroes.
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Black Panther (2018)
Director: Ryan Coogler
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A Long Time Ago, in a Galaxy Where People Had Common Sense
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That’s it, the Professor is truly the King of Sass

The letter didn’t come from the Nazi party, but from the publishing house which had expressed an interest in the German translation of The Hobbit. Tolkien’s response really is a thing of beauty, though, so it deserves to be quoted in its entirety:

25 July 1938                                              20 Northmoor Road, Oxford

Dear Sirs,

Thank you for your letter. … I regret that I am not clear as to what you intend by arisch. I am not of Aryan extraction: that is Indo-iranian; as far as I am aware none of my ancestors spoke Hindustani, Persian, Gypsy, or any related dialects. But if I am to understand that you are enquiring whether I am of Jewish origin, I can only reply that I regret that I appear to have no ancestors of that gifted people. My great-great-grandfather came to England in the eighteenth century from Germany: the main part of my descent is therefore purely English, and I am an English subject - which should be sufficient. I have been accustomed, nonetheless, to regard my German name with pride, and continued to do so throughout the period of the late regrettable war, in which I served in the English army. I cannot, however, forbear to comment that if impertinent and irrelevant inquiries of this sort are to become the rule in matters of literature, then the time is not far distant when a German name will no longer be a source of pride.

Your enquiry is doubtless made in order to comply with the laws of your own country, but that this should be held to apply to the subjects of another state would be improper, even if it had (as it has not) any bearings whatsoever on the merits of my work or its suitability for publication, of which you appear to have satisfied yourselves without reference to my Abstammung.

I trust you will find this reply satisfactory, and remain yours faithfully

J.R.R. Tolkien.

(Letter 30)

The Hobbit wasn’t published in German until 1957.

This might just be the politest “fuck you” ever written.

W.h.a.t.

Not just “I wish I had Jewish ancestors, but I don’t,” but also “you do realize that’s not what ‘Aryan’ actually means, right,” and “you guys are making it pretty hard to be proud of my German heritage.”

Nazis: Are you Aryan?

Noted linguistics freak Tolkien: Are you?
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Someone pissed off Kings Ezran and Azymondias! What do you think they did?
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The stories of women in my family who were forced into lives they didn’t want and didn’t utilize their passions breaks my heart. My grandma wanted to be a journalist and write about the injustices she saw inflicted on disabled ppl while she was volunteering at a state run institution as a teen. Her father decided that she was “too fat and stupid” for college and forced her to get married at 17 or else he’d make her homeless. As a kid she told me that she wished people believed that she had meaningful opinions on events around her. One of my great grandmothers wanted to be an artist but was pressured into marrying a man who beat her. She stayed up late each night when her children were in bed writing poetry and pasting it over elaborate collages she mad herself. We still have stacks of these notebooks she created but was never allowed to do anything with. My mother wanted to be an operatic singer and was considered a musical prodigy in her town because she taught herself three seperate instruments by 13. When she was 18 she met my then 30 year old father who emotionally manipulated her into giving up her dreams to start a family with him. As a kid I would hear her up at night playing the violin or doing vocal exercises until she became too depressed to practice anymore. Like idk y’all there’s a quiet type of violence in the way women’s talents are devalued and brushed aside in favor of bullying them into “traditional” roles that ultimately don’t fulfill what they wanted for their lives. We’ve lost so much art, music, writing, science, and happiness to misogyny.

And then men will smugly ask “Well where are all the great women artists, writers, scientists, etc, then?” while they think that they are so great despite not personally contributing to improve mankind in any way because other men have.

I feel like this is a great thing to learn from too. People like to write these kinds of events off as being in the past, but this still happens all the time. We’re taught from a very young age by society to put all of our passions and ambitions aside for our partners, because that’s what our mothers and grandmothers did before us.
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Kind of sucks that i am not living in an ivy-covered cottage in the pacific northwest, drinking mint tea with honey,, riding my bike into town for the groceries and spending my day writing novels on a mossy tree stump with a cool breeze making the pine needles go sssssshhhhhh,,,,,,,
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Domhnall Gleeson characters + children
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Three Sisters

According to Iroquois legend, corn, beans, and squash are three inseparable sisters who only grow and thrive together. This tradition of interplanting corn, beans and squash in the same mounds, widespread among Native American farming societies, is a sophisticated, sustainable system that provided long-term soil fertility and a healthy diet to generations.

Corn provides a natural pole for bean vines to climb. Beans fix nitrogen on their roots, improving the overall fertility of the plot by providing nitrogen to the following years corn. Bean vines also help stabilize the corn plants, making them less vulnerable to blowing over in the wind. Shallow-rooted squash vines become a living mulch, shading emerging weeds and preventing soil moisture from evaporating, thereby improving the overall crops chances of survival in dry years. Spiny squash plants also help discourage predators from approaching the corn and beans. The large amount of crop residue from this planting combination can be incorporated back into the soil at the end of the season, to build up the organic matter and improve its structure.

Read more…

followers do this

Note for self: corn = maize, beans = green beans/runner beans, squash = pumpkin.

beans in the historical case were most likely black beans or pinto beans (the kind you buy dry at the grocery store), but really any kind of bean will work, especially if it likes to climb (they’re all the same species, Phaseolus vulgaris). You do have to make sure the maize grows faster than the beans (or plant beans a couple weeks after the maize), otherwise the vines can actually pull down the maize before it has a chance to get established. And you have to have enough water and nutrients in the soil to support all that growth, or whichever plant is most efficient will steal all the resources and the others will suffer. 

Grain+legume in general is an Extremely Valid system, so a lot of cultures have developed variations that fit their own environment and food preferences. In Mali, you might find sorghum+cowpea (black-eyed pea), up in the Andes barley+fava beans, in Southern Africa maize+groundnut (peanut) or maize+pigeon pea, or for A+ high quality animal feed (and/or soil conservation/restoration) oats+vetch… the list goes on.
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I can’t deal with the fact that Cas Anvar is well over fifty but looks like this

I just

how??
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Kind of sucks that i am not living in an ivy-covered cottage in the pacific northwest, drinking mint tea with honey,, riding my bike into town for the groceries and spending my day writing novels on a mossy tree stump with a cool breeze making the pine needles go sssssshhhhhh,,,,,,,

As someone from the Pacific Northwest (and whose parents moved to a small town there from the suburbs), I will tell you that ivy is Satan. Kill it wherever you shall find it. It will girdle your trees and eat your house. The same goes for Himalayan Blackberries. They will consume the land.

We also have no bike lanes whatsoever outside of like 2 streets in Seattle. Where my parents live now, it’s a 20 minute drive to the nearest grocery store (though you can walk to church). Down several roads that I hate to drive on, much less bike.

We have nonexistent urban planning out there in many areas, which is a problem. Public transportation is not really a thing, and is unreliable when it is there. Due to poverty and isolation in many areas, opioids are often a problem. Rents are obscenely high in Seattle and everywhere within a 30-mile radius (due to the presence of Microsoft and Amazon). That, predictably has led to widespread homelessness. And that’s not even touching on the issues many Native American communities face.

Finally, the trees are usually a mix of hemlock, cedar, alder, and big-leaf maple. Not pine.

tl;dr I love the part of the country I grew up in, but it is a real place with real issues too. The scenery is beautiful though. I saw Portland go from a normal town to a commodified lifestyle with a corresponding increase in cost of living, watched the Amazon bubble burst over Seattle, and lived for a time in a relatively isolated small town.

Oh thank God, someone else who feels like I do about ivy! Our place is actually encircled by walls covered with ivy. I’ve torn it down from two of them and now have a brush pile the size of a small garage. But the third side is so infested that I can’t even get to the soil to pull it up.

Every time I post on Mastodon about tearing up the ivy, though, someone is bound to comment suggesting I keep it because it’s good for birds and bees. I’m like “If there was any chance I didn’t have to spend 24/7 every day just trying to fight it back from engulfing us completely, I would feel differently.

As it is, on tearing it out I’ve discovered two plum trees, a stack of plastic kitchen chairs and a rusted-through garden incinerator underneath it that I had no idea were there.

I reblogged this mainly because, although I live in a small house in the east of england and prefer coffee to tea, I do ride my bike into town for the groceries, and I do spend my day writing novels (indoors where it’s warm.)

So it was a kind of "When the depression hits, try to remember you’re actually living the dream,” post. It’s nice to be reminded of that, now and again :)
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only address me as The Friend from now on
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For Grandeur, Gentle Reader, no Less than Grandeur and Pomposity. I Freely confess Such a Beast is Possessed of a Faster Gait than my own!

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I must beg Mssr R—‘s Pardon in this Matter—a Horse being a Fearsome Beast Indeed—but the Horse is the Common Animal for Such Purpose as Travel, tho’ Persons So Inclined may employ Mules, Asses, Camels, Tortoises, &tc.

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commission riding trousers for yourself
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“We heard youse are behind on your payments to Fat Tony.”
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galadhir:

esmethesciencewitch:

jumpedoverthemoon:

Kind of sucks that i am not living in an ivy-covered cottage in the pacific northwest, drinking mint tea with honey,, riding my bike into town for the groceries and spending my day writing novels on a mossy tree stump with a cool breeze making the pine needles go sssssshhhhhh,,,,,,,

As someone from the Pacific Northwest (and whose parents moved to a small town there from the suburbs), I will tell you that ivy is Satan. Kill it wherever you shall find it. It will girdle your trees and eat your house. The same goes for Himalayan Blackberries. They will consume the land.

We also have no bike lanes whatsoever outside of like 2 streets in Seattle. Where my parents live now, it’s a 20 minute drive to the nearest grocery store (though you can walk to church). Down several roads that I hate to drive on, much less bike.

We have nonexistent urban planning out there in many areas, which is a problem. Public transportation is not really a thing, and is unreliable when it is there. Due to poverty and isolation in many areas, opioids are often a problem. Rents are obscenely high in Seattle and everywhere within a 30-mile radius (due to the presence of Microsoft and Amazon). That, predictably has led to widespread homelessness. And that’s not even touching on the issues many Native American communities face.

Finally, the trees are usually a mix of hemlock, cedar, alder, and big-leaf maple. Not pine.

tl;dr I love the part of the country I grew up in, but it is a real place with real issues too. The scenery is beautiful though. I saw Portland go from a normal town to a commodified lifestyle with a corresponding increase in cost of living, watched the Amazon bubble burst over Seattle, and lived for a time in a relatively isolated small town.

Oh thank God, someone else who feels like I do about ivy! Our place is actually encircled by walls covered with ivy. I’ve torn it down from two of them and now have a brush pile the size of a small garage. But the third side is so infested that I can’t even get to the soil to pull it up.

Every time I post on Mastodon about tearing up the ivy, though, someone is bound to comment suggesting I keep it because it’s good for birds and bees. I’m like “If there was any chance I didn’t have to spend 24/7 every day just trying to fight it back from engulfing us completely, I would feel differently.

As it is, on tearing it out I’ve discovered two plum trees, a stack of plastic kitchen chairs and a rusted-through garden incinerator underneath it that I had no idea were there.

I reblogged this mainly because, although I live in a small house in the east of england and prefer coffee to tea, I do ride my bike into town for the groceries, and I do spend my day writing novels (indoors where it’s warm.)

So it was a kind of “When the depression hits, try to remember you’re actually living the dream,” post. It’s nice to be reminded of that, now and again :)

Wow, you really are living the dream! House, garden, writing, and bike riding… I aspire to that someday.

I didn’t think English Ivy would be a problem in England (it’s an invasive species in the PNW).

I just went off because I can get tired of people romanticizing the PNW without realizing that it may not be this mystical land of sexy vampires, hipsters, serial killers, and magical nature.

Like every place, it has its charms and its challenges. I do want to settle down there when I can.

Heh, yes, ivy may not be technically an invasive species here, but it sure can take over everything anyway.

I can see how people romanticising a place you love despite not knowing it at all can be irritating. We have the opposite problem here. People assume the Fens are a bleak and poverty-stricken area, and that’s fair enough but I want to tell them all how beautiful it is here and what a great community spirit there is. (I don’t think I’d like it if people romanticised it either.)
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Inktober 2019 Day 31: Ripe

Another rather free interpretation of the prompt, but I wanted to draw that ceremonial crown! At least it has grapes.
Anyway, whee, inktober 2019 done! I am all ready for nopevember now.

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its my gender and i get to pick the appropriate times to misgender myself for comedic purposes

i beg you all please stop hiding these in the tags
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lalaithion:

argumate:

argumate:

theinflammablemammal:

argumate:

“my bonnie lies over the ocean, my bonnie lies over the sea,”

are we talking about the same body of water here, which is weird, or different bodies of water, which is even weirder

this makes more sense if you assume both are the same body of water but the time between the statements is about 50 million years

you’re right, that’s significantly less weird

toasthaste said: maybe there’s more than one bonnie

blocked

A hypothesized geography.

i bless the bonnie over africa
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charlesoberonn:

artisticwizard:

In light of discord being down, I propose that we all gouge out our messages on the walls of a cave for our friends to find in the future before they inevitably die of the plague and collapse in front of our message.

Shoot the ceiling of a cave so the stalagmites form the message on the floor in 1 billion years time.
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fleurdulys:

Symbolic Composition - Aladar Kacziany
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zaera-d:

Read The Hollow Shades by [profile] sarensen!

I think of all the images I did for my Bigbang collaborations, I’m most proud of this one. The Nebula and the Finalizer. omigosh. X”O So much painting XD

For an intense story, there are some really soft moments in this fic. I love it. X3

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eirienshaman:

Let me explain this sin to you.

It all started as a sketch of Kylo Ren destroying some shit while Hux looked on, exasperated.

Then Ren took a protective stance all by himself and I could not do anything to stop it. And something like this scene must have happened at one point in the ridiculous history of the First Order, doesn’t it? Doesn’t it? Mmmmh?

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